Does this painting tell a story? Chen Yuan doesn't know, and can't know, because now he himself is a part of this painting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he was in trouble, he was driven out of the Lingxiao Palace and fell into this place, but there was still a trace of heavenly luck, it seemed that it was just Lingxiao Hall that spontaneously knocked him out of the heavenly realm, and when the tribulation was over, it would pull him back to the dimension of the heavenly realm.

The two-dimensional world is immobile in Chen Yuan's thoughts, and the creatures ----- or characters here all exist in an absolutely static form, but even in the [anime] industry that is popular on the earth, its essence is only to use the frame rate to make the static image enter the illusion of movement, and its real core has not changed, and the characters you see are actually still static existences.

Three-dimensional cannot touch two-dimensional, one-dimensional, and zero-dimensional. These three dimensions are extremely difficult to open up a channel, first of all, the concept of time has been eliminated in the two dimensions, and only space and material expression remain; One-dimensionality cancels the concept of space, leaving only material representation; Zero-dimensional means that there's nothing left, and you can't even imagine it.

The children tugged at Chen Yuan and brought him back to his senses from his thoughts. Looking ahead, the village was already close at hand, and when I passed the houses at the entrance, sure enough, these were only flat structures, not three-dimensional existences.

From the moment they were born, they were given everything they needed to know, and to live in this world without feeling anything wrong. Their common sense tells them that this is how it should be.

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In a certain Taoist temple, there is an endless stream of tourists and guests, who come forward to offer incense, but they are wearing very modern clothes, not the ancient appearance.

The old Taoist priest smiled and told the pilgrims about the history of the Taoist temple, and spared no effort to promote the exclusive products in his temple, including some natural jade from the back mountain, but because of its high price, many pilgrims just looked at it and shook their heads, bluntly saying that they could not afford it.

Jade is indeed real jade, and the jade here is also very famous throughout the Federation. The old Taoist priest didn't expect these pilgrims to be able to afford it, but after reading it one by one, they all said yes, then this is the fame effect.

Not long after, there is really not bad money lord came, after the incense, named his jade, the old Taoist priest stroked his beard slightly, quite satisfied with a piece of good color of jade, both sides handed over the money and delivered the goods with one hand, are all happy.

A little Taoist priest ran in and sneakily approached the old Taoist priest: "Master, your piece of jade is a fine Tiancheng jade, how much did you sell it for this time?" ”

"How much? You guess! ”

The old Taoist priest snorted, grinned at a pilgrim who came in, turned around and grabbed the little Taoist priest's ear, and scolded in a low voice: "Money money, money, you know money, we are Taoist priests, what do you do with this kind of thing outside the body so seriously!" ”

"We are pure cultivators, and we should treat money like dung! Do you understand! ”

The old Taoist priest made a look of "I am a master", the little Taoist priest was pulled by the ear, and immediately bared his teeth, and when he heard the old Taoist say this, he instantly went back: "What money is like dung, then master, you don't want it, just give me this dung, I want dung." ”

"Go and go, dung too, why are you so unproductive!"

"If you don't have a chance, you can't make a profit, master, just give me the dung, I don't know how high I am, disciple."

"Your master and I are going to take out this dung and exchange it for some blessing treasures, so that I can show my piety and add a little more incense to our Taoist temple."

"No, no, master, this is dung, you can't buy anything!"

The old Taoist blew his beard and glared, grabbed a handful of banknotes sharply, and stuffed them into the arms of the little Taoist: "Take it, your pocket money this month!" ”

The little Taoist priest smiled: "Eh, thank you, master!" ”

An old man and a small bicker, there are pilgrims on the side who are enshrined in the Taoist temple, the little Taoist on duty has not yet spoken, the old Taoist priest here suddenly shook off the little Taoist priest, rushed directly to the pilgrim, and flattered: "Eh, you can ask the right person, the poor Taoist is the 888th generation of Tianzun Dao, our Taoist temple is the immortal descendant of the Eight Classics, the legend is a long, long time ago, there is a ..........."

The old Taoist priest was spitting all over the place, but the pilgrim listened to him with a confused face, blocking his spit from time to time, and said, "Okay, okay, don't talk about it." ”

The little Taoist priest looked at his cheap master boasting about the glory of his Taoist temple there, and couldn't help pouting, and said in his heart: Where does this Taoist temple have such a long history, it was obviously built very later, and what kind of immortal law, immortal descendants, why don't you brag that it is a dream of Sanqing and accept you as a closed disciple?

His own master is the kind of person who brags and doesn't make drafts, he has seen a lot of such situations, anyway, the master blows it, and the money he deserves is not a lot at all, no matter what kind of hole he blows this place into, it has nothing to do with his own family.

The little Taoist priest was thinking, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting on the left wall, which was a landscape map, and there was a village in it, and he vaguely remembered that his master had said that this painting was handed down by his ancestors, and the painting was the place where he first attained enlightenment, which was a planet a long, long time ago, and the scenery depicted in it was extremely ancient, and it was difficult to find this type of place now.

However, his own master can only believe five points in his mouth, for the scenery depicted on this painting, the little Taoist priest is very eager to take a look, as for this is handed down by his own ancestor and grandfather who has become an immortal, he does not dare to agree, maybe it was bought from a stall.

The little Taoist priest looked at the scroll, and was stunned for a moment, and in the village of the scroll, a black dot appeared, which was a small person, wearing clothes that were incompatible with other villagers.

"Huh? Is there this person in the painting? How come I don't remember? ”

The little Taoist priest stepped forward and looked at the scroll, a pair of eyes stared at the black dot, suddenly, the black dot moved, moving two millimeters to the left, the little Taoist priest suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, and when he looked again, suddenly a thunder sound exploded in his mind!

The little Taoist priest was frightened half to death and shouted: "There are monsters!" ”

Monster?

The old Taoist priest who was telling the pilgrims about the glorious past of his Taoist temple turned around and saw the little Taoist priest crawling over, and suddenly became half angry: "What are you shouting nonsense, monster?" You didn't wake up from your dream last night! ”

"Really master! There are really youkai! ”

"Fart, youkai are just like immortals are myths and legends, where are there any monsters now!"

The old Taoist priest said: "As soon as the army of the Federation comes out, even the gods who can open the heavens and the earth in mythology will be finished, and what about monsters....."

He walked to the scroll, stared at a black dot, stepped forward to wipe it, and said strangely: "Strange, is there this person in the painting?" ”

In the eyes of the old Taoist priest, the black dot suddenly enlarged, and it seemed to be walking towards him, and the figure gradually appeared, a short-haired Terran youth, wearing an ancient black short robe, with a golden dragon wrapped around his left arm. His appearance became clearer and clearer, and the eyes that had been looking into the distance suddenly turned back, but they were directly met by the eyes of the old Taoist!

Looking at each other, the black-clothed young man suddenly laughed, and the old Taoist priest was stunned for one second, and the next moment he let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Mom! There are really youkai! ”